Gangs of New York
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This ain't a bad haul.
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You know, when the folks say the
country is going to hell...

:31:12
...I always tell them, look at
all the hard work...

:31:14
..our fine young lads are doing
down in the Points.

:31:18
Oh, yeah. This is just the
thing for Mrs. Mulraney.

:31:22
Alright Happy Jack. Leave us for
something to give Bill de Butcher.

:31:27
Would ya?
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Here. Here. This way.
:31:40
Not my favorite tune.
:31:42
Come on.
:31:49
Thank you, boys.
:31:52
You keep out of trouble
now.

:32:12
Every year the Natives celebrated
the killing of my father all over again.

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At Sparrow's Chinese Pagoda
in Mott street.

:32:22
The chinks hated the Natives
worse than we did.

:32:28
I want to show you something.
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The drum rolls and the Butcher
drinks a glass of fire.

:32:35
My mother's bones share this
grave.

:32:37
When you kill a king, you don't
stab him in the dark.

:32:40
I've saved 20 cents out of every
dollar I've ever earned since ....

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...I was thirteen.
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You kill him where the whole
court can watch him die.

:32:46
That's 215 dollars.
:32:49
For bludgeoning and the rest.
:32:53
Got any timber?
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This is what I wanted to show you.
:32:59
This is where we're going to go,
as soon as you get better....


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